Sunday, March 8, 2009

ROMAN CANDLEzoom pop and a bangand it fizzles one two threelame-ass shots and anotherand I'm grinning and I get a twingewaiting for each oneless predictable than the lastand this is moronicI will only hurt myselfbut I cant help itI just want to see you sparkle

In Explanation

"...And the pain, intolerable. Until one night, she [the princess who could not speak] went to the garden, and dug with her hands in the ground a small hole, and bending to the earth, screamed with all her heart. Screamed and screamed her pain into the hole until morning. And it was better."

This collection serves as a receptacle for overflow. These words, lacking a place of their own, flow here. It is my hope might that they might flourish here in the dark.